Category Archives: Friends

A word to the Lonely Wanderer

  A Word to the Lonely Wanderer Inspired by two Facebook laments about being lonely. You wander, aimlessly, you say, Forever seeking, a destination Waiting out there for you. You say. Your friend, you say, is isolation. This may be … Continue reading

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Never a Time / Always a Time

  NEVER A TIME, ALWAYS A TIME  H. W. Bryce   Never a time to hate, never a time for war Never a time to dissemble, never to bore Never a time to beggar your neighbour Never a time to … Continue reading

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Faces

  FACES H. W. Bryce   —a free range poem   Have you ever looked into a face And wondered Where it’s been? What lies behind those mysterious eyes? What secrets do those wrinkles hold? What would enfold if you … Continue reading

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Funeral Service

  FUNERAL NOTICE   H. W. Bryce   Dearly beloved, we are gathered here this day, We few of our company who remain, to celebrate the death of one among us, one who touched each and every one of us. … Continue reading

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Smoky Jazz Bar

  SMOKY JAZZ BAR H. W. Bryce Old-fashioned smoky jazz bar, After hours, we find a stool at the Horseshoe counter semi-circling The stage. The buzz of anticipation Is physical. The intro act is tinkling The ivories and the player’s … Continue reading

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Poor Paris

  pixay POOR PARIS. Goodbye Notre Dame. What a tragedy. I wrote this poem when Paris and France was under attack by terrorists, but perhaps it is apropos for today. THE LAST TIME I SAW PARIS H. W. Herb W Bryce … Continue reading

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When we were kids

  When We Were Kids H. W. Bryce When we were kids, We played cowboys and outlaws. We had cap guns And we shot at each other, Hiding, running, shooting! “Gotcha. Yer dead!” “No yuh didn’. Yuh missed by a … Continue reading

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